Love Never Dies

Love Never Dies

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The Phantom fled France with Madame Giry, Meg Giry, and a small child to America in hopes of starting over in life. No one knew of the little girl or even where she came from, but the Phantom kept it a secret, refusing to tell anyone, especially his daughter. But when his daughter comes to him begging for information about her mother, he finally reveals who she is: Christine Daae. When he learns of his daughter's problem of voices in her head, he knows Christine must meet her child. As well as this meeting should have gone, it is ten times worse. Revenge plots are made, murder is attempted and relationships are tested. Who will come out on top once the smoke has cleared?
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